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Chapter 143: Teen Wolves and Terrible Timing

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 15:21:40

Sonia’s point of view

I watch Eva trembling in her mother’s arms, and for once in my life, I don’t feel the need to crack a joke or roll my eyes. I never thought I’d see this day—Eva, of all people, crying into the shoulder of the woman who gave birth to her.

And no, I don’t envy her. Not even a little. She looks like someone dropped her into a blender full of emotions and forgot to put the lid on.

But she’s Eva. She’ll manage. And if she can’t, well… that’s why she has me.

My attention drifts to the boy—the brother. Elias. Angry little storm cloud in a teenager’s body. I get it, kind of. His long-lost sister shows up after fifteen years, looking like she just walked out of an undercover mission and expecting a family reunion. Not exactly subtle.

He storms outside like it’s a soap opera and he just got written out of the will. Eva hesitates, torn between going after him and staying with her mother. Her knuckles are white at her sides. I step in.

“I need to get something fr
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